"Your plans aren't working too well are they..." Vincent had moved away from the gun as bottles were thrown. "How bothersome..." He sighed and looked at the door. They were trapped in still. The storm an an angry mob were blocking his path. It was time for him to pull out his own weapon. The simple pistol was drawn and he shot through each bottle that was tossed, purposely making the glass shatter on the floor. Maybe that would stop them from advancing...

It turned out, since they were really mad, they didn't plan on stopping- any time spoon. He noticed Kiara in the same predicament he was in. They were being separated and then backed into individual corners. "Can we just-" Another piece of furniture was thrown, and he ducked. "I guess not." He noticed that instead of being cornered, he was surrounded. People were on all sides of him. He really, really didn't want to kill any of them... So he shot at their feet, making them stop in place. 

With a sigh of annoyance, Vincent called out. "Hey Kiara... It was nice meetin' ya. Even with the...poor circumstances." He chuckled lightly and suddenly felt glass impaling his side. Gunshots rang through his ears, but they weren't from his own gun. His gun was tucked away again. The male doubled over with an unknown pain in his chest. "Dying hurts worse than I thought." 

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Rebel held a triumphant grin, hearing Webster chuckle. Good, he was satisfied. The grin turned into a devious smirk when he was given the orders to kill said victim. "You'll enjoy my torture. They always do." Rebel faced the victim and gave a wink. Claws unsheathed, but hearing the clarification, he gave a childlike pout before nodding. "Without a sound, without a trace. Yes, sir." 

"Look at me." He commanded again, this time holding the woman's cheeks in one strong grip. She had her eyes shut tight and he growled lowly. With his blade, he created a few gashes to get her to gasp out in pain. Once her eyes caught his, she was locked like before. "Good girl." He cooed and then chuckled. "Penance stare~" He said softly and watched as the woman's eyes widened with fear. Suddenly, parts of her body became petrified and with a tap, the stone shattered and turned to dust. Rebel clasped his hands together as she stayed frozen in fear. Slowly, the rest of her turned to stone. "No witnesses." He tapped the stone again and she turned into sand. 

"Not the most exciting death, but it'll suffice." He noticed Webster leaving and he quickly caught up.